Monday, 30 May 2011
Thursday, 26 May 2011
Monday, 4 April 2011
Realisations
my friends, my sisters, my shadow, where would i be without my girls? |
love hurts |
the sun makes me a nice person |
i miss my mum |
i adore chanel |
Friday, 1 April 2011
Thursday, 31 March 2011
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
You're The Reason For My Smile ...
every man needs a woman when his life is a mess,
because the queen protects the king,
like in a game of chess
i'll annoy you and tick you off,
say stupid things then take them back,
but put all that aside and you'll never
find a girl that loves you more than I do
cause "real" girls aren't perfect and "perfect" girls aren't real
people always breakin' up falling in and out of love,
i just want to let you know,
that i will never let you go, for the rest of my life
i want to be by your side
i cry when you are sad,
i am happy when you are happy,
my heart bleeds when your heart hurts.
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Life's Little Pleasures
in order to be irreplaceable
one must always be different
miles may separate us but you are with me always,
in my heart
in books you find understanding, inspiration, hope ...
reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body
love is a drug
i guess i'm addicted to yours
i'm just going to let it be, take it as it comes, and watch as it leaves ...
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Today I love . . .
The Boy
Awesome window displays
The girls too far away
Swedish House ft. Tinie Tempah
Because it reminds me of Ibiza
This website
www.postsecret.com
Thursday, 20 January 2011
A Sea Of Maybe
Screaming, crying, shouting - none of these stop the weight of panic
So instead I lay there, like fog the panic wraps itself around me, blurs my vision and in reality my thoughts.
I call it claustrophobia, I name it paranoia but its definition is fear.
I fear being left.
I fear being hurt.
In my dreams the fear manifests itself - nightmares, believable stories.
I fear waking up.
Will I return to the living and be a witness to it all crashing down around me?
Will I wake and be starting all over again?
I panic, overanalyse, I think about what I would feel if everything went wrong, how would I cope?
Then the panic releases its hold, the fear creeps back into its hiding place.
When I fall in love it is as far as you can fall
My family mean everything to me
Christmas is my favourite time of year - I adore everything about it
I have the best group of girls you will ever find
I have a spectacularly bad sense of direction
I am obsessed with shoes and handbags
I hate my indecisiveness
I know how incredibly lucky I am
I think about things, then I think about them again and again and again
I need constant reassurance on pretty much everything that I do
I will protect and fight for anything I believe in
"Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end
life is about not knowing
dealing with change
taking the moment and making the best of it
without knowing what is going to happen next"
So instead I lay there, like fog the panic wraps itself around me, blurs my vision and in reality my thoughts.
I call it claustrophobia, I name it paranoia but its definition is fear.
I fear being left.
I fear being hurt.
In my dreams the fear manifests itself - nightmares, believable stories.
I fear waking up.
Will I return to the living and be a witness to it all crashing down around me?
Will I wake and be starting all over again?
I panic, overanalyse, I think about what I would feel if everything went wrong, how would I cope?
Then the panic releases its hold, the fear creeps back into its hiding place.
When I fall in love it is as far as you can fall
My family mean everything to me
Christmas is my favourite time of year - I adore everything about it
I have the best group of girls you will ever find
I have a spectacularly bad sense of direction
I am obsessed with shoes and handbags
I hate my indecisiveness
I know how incredibly lucky I am
I think about things, then I think about them again and again and again
I need constant reassurance on pretty much everything that I do
I will protect and fight for anything I believe in
"Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end
life is about not knowing
dealing with change
taking the moment and making the best of it
without knowing what is going to happen next"
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
Upon Us A Little Rain Must Fall
Rain rain go away
Come again another day
Little Lauren wants to play
You are keeping her at bay
She just wants to pop to Cartier
And maybe say hello to MaxMara
Rain rain, I wish you'd be gone forever!
Come again another day
Little Lauren wants to play
You are keeping her at bay
She just wants to pop to Cartier
And maybe say hello to MaxMara
Rain rain, I wish you'd be gone forever!
Black and White
The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart
Photographs are those memories we want to be alive forever
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